DRAAG PHOTOGRAPHY

(after the show, Gentleman wasn’t paying attention to where he accidentally ran into the photographer.)

Oh… um, sorry…

… didn’t see you there…

(@th3-gentlem4n)

{the photographer is startled, turning to face the person that bumped into him. he gives a nervous smile.} "it's okay! It's kind of my fault for being in the way."

…

aren’t you… aren’t you the photographer? i think i’ve seen you around.

"yeah, yeah i am. i'm usually around, i like taking pictures, i mean, it's my job." {he says, a warm smile on his face. he holds his camera close to his chest, wanting to protect it.}

I mean… makes sense. I’ve always liked performing, and of course you know what i do…

"I do know what you do, I'm at every show. what's it like? being up on stage I mean." {he says, cocking his head to the side a little. he raises a brow, waiting for a response.}

it’s… nice. It feels… so cool to hear what you’ve written be performed. But… it’s hard to watch the end of the show where death’s killed.

"yeah.. i'm not a huge fan of that part." {his smile fades as he speaks, he always looks away at that part.}

Glad i’m not the only one…

…

(deep breath)

"so um, how's Death?" {he asks, voice laced with anxiety from asking.}

(full stop. zone out. look of horror. deep breaths.)

Not very well…

My fault…

{the photographer is startled, his eyes have a look of worry in them.} "oh dear, my apologies. i shouldn't have said that."

…

No… It’s okay… You didn’t know…

Why should you be expected to know about the personal lives of the national parade?

(he zoned out again…)

"i'm still sorry, i should've thought before i said anything." {he pauses.} "how are you feeling?"

(after the show, Gentleman wasn’t paying attention to where he accidentally ran into the photographer.)

Oh… um, sorry…

… didn’t see you there…

(@th3-gentlem4n)

{the photographer is startled, turning to face the person that bumped into him. he gives a nervous smile.} "it's okay! It's kind of my fault for being in the way."

…

aren’t you… aren’t you the photographer? i think i’ve seen you around.

"yeah, yeah i am. i'm usually around, i like taking pictures, i mean, it's my job." {he says, a warm smile on his face. he holds his camera close to his chest, wanting to protect it.}

I mean… makes sense. I’ve always liked performing, and of course you know what i do…

"I do know what you do, I'm at every show. what's it like? being up on stage I mean." {he says, cocking his head to the side a little. he raises a brow, waiting for a response.}

it’s… nice. It feels… so cool to hear what you’ve written be performed. But… it’s hard to watch the end of the show where death’s killed.

"yeah.. i'm not a huge fan of that part." {his smile fades as he speaks, he always looks away at that part.}

Glad i’m not the only one…

…

(deep breath)

"so um, how's Death?" {he asks, voice laced with anxiety from asking.}

(full stop. zone out. look of horror. deep breaths.)

Not very well…

My fault…

{the photographer is startled, his eyes have a look of worry in them.} "oh dear, my apologies. i shouldn't have said that."

(after the show, Gentleman wasn’t paying attention to where he accidentally ran into the photographer.)

Oh… um, sorry…

… didn’t see you there…

(@th3-gentlem4n)

{the photographer is startled, turning to face the person that bumped into him. he gives a nervous smile.} "it's okay! It's kind of my fault for being in the way."

…

aren’t you… aren’t you the photographer? i think i’ve seen you around.

"yeah, yeah i am. i'm usually around, i like taking pictures, i mean, it's my job." {he says, a warm smile on his face. he holds his camera close to his chest, wanting to protect it.}

I mean… makes sense. I’ve always liked performing, and of course you know what i do…

"I do know what you do, I'm at every show. what's it like? being up on stage I mean." {he says, cocking his head to the side a little. he raises a brow, waiting for a response.}

it’s… nice. It feels… so cool to hear what you’ve written be performed. But… it’s hard to watch the end of the show where death’s killed.

"yeah.. i'm not a huge fan of that part." {his smile fades as he speaks, he always looks away at that part.}

Glad i’m not the only one…

…

(deep breath)

"so um, how's Death?" {he asks, voice laced with anxiety from asking.}

(after the show, Gentleman wasn’t paying attention to where he accidentally ran into the photographer.)

Oh… um, sorry…

… didn’t see you there…

(@th3-gentlem4n)

{the photographer is startled, turning to face the person that bumped into him. he gives a nervous smile.} "it's okay! It's kind of my fault for being in the way."

…

aren’t you… aren’t you the photographer? i think i’ve seen you around.

"yeah, yeah i am. i'm usually around, i like taking pictures, i mean, it's my job." {he says, a warm smile on his face. he holds his camera close to his chest, wanting to protect it.}

I mean… makes sense. I’ve always liked performing, and of course you know what i do…

"I do know what you do, I'm at every show. what's it like? being up on stage I mean." {he says, cocking his head to the side a little. he raises a brow, waiting for a response.}

it’s… nice. It feels… so cool to hear what you’ve written be performed. But… it’s hard to watch the end of the show where death’s killed.

"yeah.. i'm not a huge fan of that part." {his smile fades as he speaks, he always looks away at that part.}

(after the show, Gentleman wasn’t paying attention to where he accidentally ran into the photographer.)

Oh… um, sorry…

… didn’t see you there…

(@th3-gentlem4n)

{the photographer is startled, turning to face the person that bumped into him. he gives a nervous smile.} "it's okay! It's kind of my fault for being in the way."

…

aren’t you… aren’t you the photographer? i think i’ve seen you around.

"yeah, yeah i am. i'm usually around, i like taking pictures, i mean, it's my job." {he says, a warm smile on his face. he holds his camera close to his chest, wanting to protect it.}

I mean… makes sense. I’ve always liked performing, and of course you know what i do…

"I do know what you do, I'm at every show. what's it like? being up on stage I mean." {he says, cocking his head to the side a little. he raises a brow, waiting for a response.}

(after the show, Gentleman wasn’t paying attention to where he accidentally ran into the photographer.)

Oh… um, sorry…

… didn’t see you there…

(@th3-gentlem4n)

{the photographer is startled, turning to face the person that bumped into him. he gives a nervous smile.} "it's okay! It's kind of my fault for being in the way."

…

aren’t you… aren’t you the photographer? i think i’ve seen you around.